for posterity: we met, no one died.
Jan. 10th, 2009 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluelovesorangeBeforehand, there had been the jokes of "I hope a black hole doesn't open up," or "You're not an axe murderer, right?"
And of course the secret "what if I hate your face."
I've met people off of LJ before, I've gone traveling with some of the friends I've made off LJ, so believe me when I say that my experience with meeting people has pretty much been spectacular. Also because I have impeccable taste in friends.
(well you know I do.)
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kitsune714 was coming back to the homestate for an interview, and we made plans to meet up. She ended up in a hotel 17 minutes from where I live, so I drove - due to the time of the day she flew in though, it took an half hour to get there, on local streets.
I was sitting outside her hotel reading my copy of The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett (I almost always have a book if I can fit it into my bag.) when the Super Shuttle pulled up, andkitsune714 got out.
She walked right past me.
Well, I wasn't wearing a nametag and I didn't say anything - so.....
I followed her in and stood around and you know, a regularly extroverted person would have said something by now, but I didn't. Because I'm not that person.
So I ninja over to the lobby couches and after she gets on the elevator (I sound like a documentary filmmaker or possibly a CIA agent now, don't I? Suspect has left the tundra.)I text her that I'm in the building, and settle back with my book.
We finally meet face to face and then we go out to the parking lot to pick up my car so I can drive us to our dinner destination: Curry House.
D's iphone helped a lot during this little escapade, as she pulled up Google Maps and basically GPSed us everywhere.
Dinner was good - we talked about everything and nothing after getting the preliminaries out of the way: "You're not an axe murderer!" "Nope!" "Let's eat!"
We're Chinese, okay? The most important thing is to to get to the food.
Stuff we talked about: only the Koreans would give a personality like Domyouji a loaded firearm. D is watching, so I don't have to, plus I'm still in that mindset where no more Hanadan ever again. Unless we're talking about the 1995 Fuji movie version of it, which has choreographed dancing (bad), padded shoulders, bowl cuts, a tan Domyouji who just won't put a shirt on, and Fujiki Naohito wearing a palette of mostly grey and shapeless, ill fitting silk shirts and trousers as Hanazawa Rui. Oguri Shun totally lucked out on his warddrobe, I'm just saying.
Humor in writing, and why D is more comfortable writing about the Bad Place, and why we disagree with fandom a lot of the time.
After a minor scuffle with the bill (the server aimed it toward D! I never had a chance!), we were ready to go to Famima!!, land of the fabled Whole Lotta Banana. Something I had previously talked up to her.
Well, guess who bought two and who only bought one?
No, seriously, guess.
Let's just say one of us is now composing a song to sing everytime she eats a Whole Lotta Banana, expressly for the sake of tormenting the other one, who does not have a Famima!! down the street from her.
It was a lovely if too brief visit withkitsune714 and aside from some new exciting factoids (We both order the same sandwich at Lee Sandwiches, #5), it was as comfortable and rambly as our usual chats over the internets. Which is always a good thing, yes?
One day we'll meet up again for longer, I'm sure of it.
And of course the secret "what if I hate your face."
I've met people off of LJ before, I've gone traveling with some of the friends I've made off LJ, so believe me when I say that my experience with meeting people has pretty much been spectacular. Also because I have impeccable taste in friends.
(well you know I do.)
So
kitsune714 was coming back to the homestate for an interview, and we made plans to meet up. She ended up in a hotel 17 minutes from where I live, so I drove - due to the time of the day she flew in though, it took an half hour to get there, on local streets.I was sitting outside her hotel reading my copy of The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett (I almost always have a book if I can fit it into my bag.) when the Super Shuttle pulled up, and
kitsune714 got out. She walked right past me.
Well, I wasn't wearing a nametag and I didn't say anything - so.....
I followed her in and stood around and you know, a regularly extroverted person would have said something by now, but I didn't. Because I'm not that person.
So I ninja over to the lobby couches and after she gets on the elevator (I sound like a documentary filmmaker or possibly a CIA agent now, don't I? Suspect has left the tundra.)I text her that I'm in the building, and settle back with my book.
We finally meet face to face and then we go out to the parking lot to pick up my car so I can drive us to our dinner destination: Curry House.
D's iphone helped a lot during this little escapade, as she pulled up Google Maps and basically GPSed us everywhere.
Dinner was good - we talked about everything and nothing after getting the preliminaries out of the way: "You're not an axe murderer!" "Nope!" "Let's eat!"
We're Chinese, okay? The most important thing is to to get to the food.
Stuff we talked about: only the Koreans would give a personality like Domyouji a loaded firearm. D is watching, so I don't have to, plus I'm still in that mindset where no more Hanadan ever again. Unless we're talking about the 1995 Fuji movie version of it, which has choreographed dancing (bad), padded shoulders, bowl cuts, a tan Domyouji who just won't put a shirt on, and Fujiki Naohito wearing a palette of mostly grey and shapeless, ill fitting silk shirts and trousers as Hanazawa Rui. Oguri Shun totally lucked out on his warddrobe, I'm just saying.
Humor in writing, and why D is more comfortable writing about the Bad Place, and why we disagree with fandom a lot of the time.
After a minor scuffle with the bill (the server aimed it toward D! I never had a chance!), we were ready to go to Famima!!, land of the fabled Whole Lotta Banana. Something I had previously talked up to her.
Well, guess who bought two and who only bought one?
No, seriously, guess.
Let's just say one of us is now composing a song to sing everytime she eats a Whole Lotta Banana, expressly for the sake of tormenting the other one, who does not have a Famima!! down the street from her.
It was a lovely if too brief visit with
kitsune714 and aside from some new exciting factoids (We both order the same sandwich at Lee Sandwiches, #5), it was as comfortable and rambly as our usual chats over the internets. Which is always a good thing, yes?One day we'll meet up again for longer, I'm sure of it.
